Lily White Way

I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected

I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected

I wish that I came from an edgier place

With taxis and transients up in my face

Where you write what you know and you know what you write

Will be hailed as the second coming

There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless

And begging for change

Well, I'm begging for change

Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for

Seventy and sunny and one for the money

And two for the show on my lily white way

There lives a black man, the seal has been broken

And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken

He must be a doctor or something productive

His body let go, but his color seductive

And all of the women, he's touching their lives

While they're safe at home touching themselves

And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all

Behind bedroom walls

Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for

Seventy and sunny and one for the money

And two for the show on my lily white way

There's the sixties throwback who misses the Dead

She's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed

And she held out on Starbucks as long as she could

But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood

Well, the workers all look down their noses at her

She'll go broke trying to please them with tips

So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early

Where the smell of it hits

Before it reaches her lips

She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses

And the uninspired and semi-retired

She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money

And two for the show on her lily white way

We're hung up on crosses and old Pagan bosses

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for

Seventy and sunny and one for the money

And two for the show on my lily white way

A little destruction makes way for construction

The city expansion holds traffic for ransom

And brand new brick buildings, of those I am certain

Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban

And welcome the progress or be overrun

Every third house a pool, every second a gun

And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide

It's a neighborhood waltz

That's the neighborhood pride

And dresses disheveled from dances with devils

Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses

And everything is funny and it's one for the money

And two for the show on their lily white way

One night of living is Sunday forgiven

All for the show on our lily white way

I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected

I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected